Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.